Scattered Thoughts

Scattered Thoughts Lyrics

[Verse 1]I'm treating this years flows like zeros
Cause they coming before every one, doing better then I ever done
Red rum on drums, I'm sippin Henny, blowin smoke out my lungs
They say tomorrow never comes, so I'm focused on the present like a kid at ChristmasCamden Afghanistan, yeah the shits that vicious
Niggas hustle non stop, dodging state prop
Not the ones that was signed by the roc, I mean the cops
Poppin niggas on set blocks, he was just tryna cop
A nickle bag of pot, looked suspicious so they took shots
This shit is wicked in these mean streets
State police, makin it hard for my niggas to eat
Niggas diciest over bullshit, when will it cease
Marked by the beast, I'm on the field parked in a jeep
Sparking a leaf, with my young'n told him talkin is cheap
And ya words paint a picture, so just watch what you speak
It's a chance you can survive but, not if you weak
I swear to god it's like a body getting dropped every week
Got me filling out applications, to cop me a piece
To carry round legally, incase a shot is released
I'm bussin back, fuck that, you ain't leavin me murked
Plus I rather be in a cell, for I be in the dirt
Y'all niggas can go to hell, squeeze 3 in ya shirt
Before they can retire me, I'll put a lawyer to work, what

[Verse 2]
The sons of Yacub, wanna collide wit my crew
Tryna confuse, the masses and put lies in the truth
Taking from us what the can, like the flies on a fruit
I feel it's my responsibility to rise up the youth
Light-years ahead of my peers, I'm on another level
And with that, I ain't talkin bout rap, another level
From my understanding, knowledge is power
But in the streets, it's all about the dollars
And we gotta get ours, Spanish Mami got a cousin with connections on powder
Told them I'mma see my peoples, and get back in a hour
Shit is real in the field, niggas scheming to jukes
Thieves and crooks, tryna get they cheese of the books
These niggas shook, me I'm just prepared for whatever
And I ain't tryna see no tears on Loretta, so I'm strapped
And if I'm not, you know my cousin got the gat
And he never hesitate, to lay a nigga up on his back